......
Lu Ding's demand was utterly humiliating for Hong Quan-hwan.
He was at the ninth level of Earth Observation!!!
The esteed leader of the mighty Diancang Sect.
Yet he was being forced to kowtow and apologize to so young girl.
This bow was one he couldn't quite bring himself to make.
But if he didn't comply...
His son might end up without even a proper burial.
Though Hong Quan-hwan was no saint,
He had never laid a hand on his son despite all the harsh words.
His knees began to bend slightly.
Raising his head, his gaze t Lu Ding's contemptuous eyes.
"If I kneel and apologize, will my son be spared......"
CRACK.
Hong Jae-myung's head was ripped clean off.
Lu Ding casually held the severed head.
"What makes you think you can negotiate with ? Are you even qualified?"
When Lu Ding made his demand,
He only offered one choice - imdiate and unconditional compliance.
Since you couldn't act right away,
There was nothing left to discuss.
Watching his son's headless body slowly collapse,
Hong Quan-hwan's eyes bloodshot, his grief beyond words.
"AH!!! AH!!! AH!!!! WHY.....WHY!!!?"
"I just wanted to ask! What did I do wrong!!?"
"Everything back then was my doing! What fault did my son have!!"
"If you want revenge, co at ! CO AT !!!"
Hearing this, Lu Ding floated over, arms crossed before him.
Looking down at the man with disdain.
"Street racing accidents, malicious assaults, arson, rape... Your son was so innocent~"
"So very innocent."
Of all these cris, what disgusted Lu Ding most was the rape.
The young master of the mighty Diancang Sect, a Qi Refiner no less, with such wealth at his disposal.
Would spending a trivial amount of money kill him?
Did he have to prey on ordinary people? Target innocent girls?
Lu Ding wasn't so paragon of justice.
But there were things even he couldn't stomach.
Though this was just how the chaebol culture in Wei Gao worked.
Lu Ding couldn't change that.
But today, having crossed paths with Hong Jae-myung, he wouldn't let him live.
Hong Quan-hwan could no longer contain his fury.
Spiritual Energy gathered in his palms, glowing intensely as he struck out, sending forth raging currents like a heavenly river pouring down.
"My Diancang Sect protects this region! Aren't we entitled to so privileges!!!!?"
SCHLICK!!!!!
An unstoppable, razor-sharp Slash Attack sliced through.
Cutting apart Hong Quan-hwan's technique, severing his arm, cleaving the earth for kiloters, splitting distant mountains.
Blood long confined by flesh now found an outlet, gushing forth uncontrollably.
"All flashy special effects, neither impressive nor practical."
The words were like war drums before the strike.
A hand reached out.
No dodging. No escaping.
That slender, bony hand with distinct knuckles, delicate as bamboo yet powerfully built.
Clamped onto Hong Quan-hwan's head.
The trendous force pressed him into the ground.
Carving deep grooves in the stone pavent, grinding flesh as he was dragged before Kim Gyeong-joo.
Lu Ding lifted his head and smashed it down: "I SAID APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE!!!"
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG......
"WHAT NONSENSE ARE YOU SPOUTING TO !!!"
The trendous force made the very ground tremble slightly.
Each slam of Hong Quan-hwan's head spread cracks further across the ground.
BANG!!!!!
One final violent smash.
Lu Ding lifted his head again.
Hong Quan-hwan's face was now a bloody ss.
Pale bone showing through, covered in fractures.
Gotta admit.
Earth Observation realm bones are tough.
And so was his mouth.
With his mangled face, Hong Quan-hwan weakly said: "Go...go on...kill ."
"Like you killed my disciples and my son, kill ."
"Or torture...torture ...let experience Corpse-Shattering Taishui's thods......"
"Anyway I......"
Here, Hong Quan-hwan gave a bitter smile and fell silent.
He wanted to say that once his father broke through to Heavenly Perception, he'd surely avenge him, avenge the entire Diancang Sect.
But then he realized - with such major events happening, his father still hadn't erged.
He must not have broken through to Heavenly Perception yet.
Still stuck at the ninth level of Earth Observation.
He himself was ninth level Earth Observation, yet couldn't resist Lu Ding at all.
If his father erged now at ninth level Earth Observation, he'd only et the sa fate.
But how could Lu Ding not know this intel?
His sources?
One of the directors from Wei Gao's Special Defense Departnt.
Bringing his face close to Hong Quan-hwan's bloody ss:
"Placing your hopes on your father?"
As Lu Ding spoke, his smile seed to Hong Quan-hwan like a demon's sneer.
Artificial. Eerie. Sohow deranged.
"Usually it's the old dying while the young hide. Now you're doing young dies while old hides?"
Hong Quan-hwan didn't dare respond.
Afraid of revealing anything.
His heartbeat just kept accelerating.
Lu Ding raised a hand, signaling An Wuyang: "Go fetch his dad."
An Wuyang knew another chance to prove himself had co.
Imdiately closing his eyes, placing a sword finger at his brow.
A ripple spread out, scanning mountains and plains, taking re monts.
He opened his eyes: "Found him!"
With a flash, he vanished.
Lu Ding addressed Hong Quan-hwan: "Later, we'll do this again."
Pointing at Kim Gyeong-joo: "I'll hold your dad's life, then you'll kowtow to her. Sound good? HAHAHAHA......"
Now.
Hong Quan-hwan's resolve began wavering.
But he clung to one last hope - that the man who just vanished couldn't possibly find his father, secluded for years attempting Heavenly Perception breakthrough.
Thus proving the old saying:
Only shed tears when seeing the coffin.
Little did he know, the seemingly young and silent An Wuyang's
True realm was actually Heavenly Perception - what the Diancang Sect's previous leader had spent decades in seclusion trying and failing to achieve.
anwhile.
Deep in the Diancang Sect's back mountain caves.
Hong Quan-hwan's father Hong Cheng-cai slept soundly.
Completely unaware of outside events.
Suddenly.
The compass quietly placed by his bedside began spinning wildly.
Hong Cheng-cai's eyes snapped open as he grabbed it.
Seeing the frenzied needle.
A chill ran down his spine.
"Could so enemy be coming for revenge!?"
"Impossible... I practiced Soul-Draining Demonic Arts decades ago. Though I devoured thousands, I covered my tracks well......"
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